The earth trembled.
The light shining down from the dome became unstable due to the vibration, like a stirred reflection in the water, flickering bright and dark.
Guardian Dragon Woodles stood up from the ground.
It straightened its front legs, arched its back, spread its wings, lifted its entire tail from the ground, and swung it twice in the air.
The magic crystal powder stuck to its scales fell from its body.
Its head turned towards the direction of the teleportation array. The door of the teleportation array, the light door set up by Dragon Ancestor himself and which could only be opened by the blood of Dragons, was glowing.
It's Lord Dragon Ancestor.
Woodles breathed a sigh of relief, but its body did not relax.
Because next to the breath of Dragon Ancestor, there is another breath.
Light flashed.
A head stretched out from the teleportation array. The golden head was covered with fine scales, and there were three horns that bent backwards. The tips of the horns shone dazzlingly in the silver-blue light.
Golden vertical pupils emerged from the darkness of the teleportation array, sweeping across this unfamiliar space, across the ground covered by magic crystals, and across Woodles who was standing up.
"Who?!" Woodles's telepathy almost shouted.
Its body changed from a prone position to a standing position, completing the switch from "sleeping" to "fighting" in less than a second.
But its fighting stance didn't last long.
Because another head stuck out from the teleportation array... no, "seven".
Seven pairs of eyes poked out and looked at Woodles at the same time. It was Master Dragon Ancestor.
Woodles breathed a sigh of relief, but its body still did not relax, because the posture of Master Dragon Ancestor - its seven heads were not "going out", but "making way". It was making way for the golden beast in front.
King Ghidorah's three heads completely emerged from the teleportation array.
He stood up straight and looked around with his three heads, scanning the ground covered by magic crystals.
"Is this the 'center of the earth' in the world?" King Ghidorah's telepathy rang.
Dragon Ancestor's seven heads completely came out of the teleportation array.
Its body followed King Ghidorah and squeezed out of the light door.
"Yes, sir." One of Dragon Ancestor's heads spoke, with a tone as plain as a tour guide introducing a scenic spot, "This is the entrance to World Abyss.
Crossing this plain and over a few mountains is the place where God King was suppressed."
Godzilla walked out of the teleportation array.
The blue light on the dorsal fin looks particularly soft in the light. Its posture is exactly the same as when it was outside the teleportation array just now, without any change.
Woodles Looking at this giant beast with blue light flashing on its dorsal fin that just walked out of the light door, its head was completely blank at this moment.
"You... you..." It opened its mouth and uttered a series of meaningless syllables from its throat.
Woodles I thought I had never seen anything at my age.
But these ones in front of me - I have never seen them before.
The seven heads of Dragon Ancestor turned to Woodles at the same time, and seven pairs of eyes of different colors looked at it.
"This is the respected golden king, His Majesty King Ghidorah and His Excellency Godzilla.".
"Oh, okay. You..." Woodles's voice was still a little wobbly, but it tried its best to stabilize it.
"Open the door." Dragon Ancestor said.
Woodles nodded.
It turned around and walked towards the huge base covered with countless runes next to the teleportation array.
The base is circular, about tens of meters in diameter, and has a smooth surface, like obsidian that has been polished by something.
Those runes converged from the edges of the base to the center, forming a glowing sphere.
Woodles walked to the base, lowered his head, and pressed his forehead against the sphere. The runes on its corners lit up, resonating with the light of the sphere.
The base began to glow, and the runes floated from the base, rotating and reorganizing in the air, forming a "door" made of light.
On the other side of the door is another world.
King Ghidorah looked at the door, and three heads nodded at the same time. Then he turned his head and looked at Godzilla. "Let's go."
Godzilla nodded.
Woodles stepped aside and watched those few people walk into the light door.
The light door slowly shrinks, dims, and closes behind them.
Then it slowly turned around, walked back to the door of the teleportation array, lay down, and closed its eyes.
"That's... forget it," its telepathy said softly, as if to itself, "I'd better just watch the door, Master Dragon Ancestor will take care of it..."
King Ghidorah walked on this land and stepped on the ground covered with magic crystals, making a sound like breaking glass.
He raised his head and looked at the dome, with light shining down from the dome.
"Well," King Ghidorah's telepathy sounded, with a clear "as expected" tone in his voice, "It's similar to the environment in some places of Hollow Earth."
He looked at the surrounding mountains that were entangled with chains, and the magic liquid that was seeping out from the cracks in the ground and slowly crystallizing.
"Say no, Boss Goji."
Godzilla walked next to King Ghidorah, with his tail trailing behind him.
Its head tilted slightly, and its amber eyes swept over those mountain peaks, across those chains, and across the lines of those runes.
Its telepathy didn't respond, probably by default.
King Ghidorah didn't ask further. He knew that Godzilla had no interest in this "environment".
"Where is the God King you are talking about?" King Ghidorah's telepathy turned to Dragon Ancestor.
Dragon Ancestor looked in one direction. That direction was in the deepest place, where even light could hardly illuminate.
"He was imprisoned in that mountain."
King Ghidorah followed Dragon Ancestor's gaze and looked over.
The mountain was so far away that only a blurry, black outline remained in the light.
"Hmm." King Ghidorah's three heads nodded at the same time, "Okay."
Inside that mountain.
Serta was sitting in the center of the cage made of chains, his dark golden robe glowing slightly in the darkness without any light.
His eyes were open, and those dark golden pupils reflected the runes on the chains - the colors of those runes were constantly changing, from dark gold to dark red, from dark red to platinum... like a breathing cycle that would never stop.
The corners of his mouth curved slightly.
He hasn't spent all these years in vain.
From the first day he sat down here, he never stopped. He was not "waiting", but "preparing".
He is studying the rune system of this prison - those ancient, lost seal words designed by World Administrator himself.
He started from the first rune and analyzed them one by one.
He used the knowledge he collected from different worlds to compare, verify, and decipher.
It took him a long time, until the dragons guarding him outside changed for dozens of generations - but he finally figured it out.
Moreover, for some reason, a lot of things seem to have happened on the surface of the earth recently.
Those powerful breaths appeared one after another and disappeared one after another.
Every time those breaths appear, the entire world will produce a violent fluctuation of magic power.
Those fluctuations affected the seals that suppressed him, causing the originally tight chains to show signs of loosening.
Especially that golden dragon. Serta's perception has touched that existence many times - a giant beast with three heads that can control storms and lightning.
That image always seemed a bit familiar to him.
"I've seen it somewhere" kind of familiar.
Illusion, right? He must have never seen that guy.
Serta drove these thoughts out of his mind.
No matter who that golden dragon is, no matter what happens on the surface, there is only one thing he has to do now - get out.
He looked at the runes on the chains, and then at the slowly flowing magic power that seeped through the gaps in the seal.
He calculated in his mind - with the energy he had accumulated now, he was about 70% sure of getting out.
No, 80%. These years of research are not in vain.
Moreover, the magic power fluctuations that were enough to affect the world many times affected this place, causing brief and irregular chaos in the operation of those seals.
Those chaos are his opportunities.
After you get out, quickly open "World Travel" and run to other worlds.
Once Apekus discovers that he has escaped, the big octopus will hunt him down at all costs.
In his current state, he is no match for Apekus. So he needs to run, and run as far as possible.
Serta was planning his escape route in his mind.
He felt that the world he visited a long time ago was quite good - a world with powerful countries and technology, and a "magic" and "alchemy" system that he had never seen before.
He had left some gadgets for development in that world before, and now he might be able to use mobile phones to play with them.
Serta's mouth corners curved more obviously.
His right hand moved slightly in the darkness, and the chains made a sound of metal friction in his movements. Then--
Rumble.
The whole mountain trembled.
Huh? The flying Dragon Ancestor paused in the air, and its seven heads turned in the direction of the mountain at the same time.
Its wings stopped flapping, its body slid in the air for a certain distance, and then hovered.
The giant dragons patrolling in the distance also stopped. The blue dragon, the dark red dragon, and the gray-white dragon all looked at the mountain at the same time.
"Is there something wrong with the twins again?"
King Ghidorah's telepathy sounded, with a helpless tone in his tone. "Should I be surprised?"
At this time, he was holding Godzilla's abdomen with his two front paws from below, flying slowly in the silver-blue light.
Godzilla's body swayed slightly in his paws, with a relaxed posture, as if lying on a hammock.
Dragon Ancestor's seven heads blinked at the same time.
"It seems... yes." There was a kind of confusion in its voice that said, "I didn't expect this to happen."
"Still like?" King Ghidorah's telepathy sounded, "There is something wrong." There was a hint of complaint in his tone that "the so-called 'seal' in this world is too simple."
"Why do you manage to escape from all the messy stuff?"
King Ghidorah felt the aura of that presence.
They are completely different from the so-called "gods" we just saw at the gathering place. God of the Blazing Sun, Old Lord of the Mountains, Great Lord Huomo, Scion of the Volcano...
King Ghidorah evaluated those guys in his mind, and together they were all powerful enough to compete with Voraksa.
And the perception of the existence in front of him, King Ghidorah, who was coming out of the seal, told him that this guy's strength was stronger than most of the existences he had seen, and was probably much stronger than Voraksa.
By the way, what are those two guys Voraksa and Valeria doing now? He has never seen those two guys since they came out of Infinite Between.
Maybe you are still mining in that underground mine? Maybe on the way back to Vagrian? Maybe you are fishing in some unknown place?
King Ghidorah suppressed this thought for the time being, now is not the time to think about that.
Because the mountain exploded.
The rocks covered with runes, the fragments entangled with chains, and the dust and gravel that had been sealed for countless epochs were scattered in all directions.
Dragon Ancestor's body shook slightly in the shock wave of the explosion. It looked forward, and its seven pairs of eyes lit up at the same time.
It flapped its wings fiercely, sweeping away all the debris flying towards it.
The smoke hasn't dissipated yet.
Dragon Ancestor's seven heads looked at the center of the smoke at the same time - there was magic there.
A lot.
It's not just the magic power of God King, but magic power from many different sources. The properties of those magic powers are different, some are as warm as sunshine, some are as cold as abyss, and some are as violent as storm.
They intersect and collide in the same space, like a pot of soup being stirred up.
Damn it.
Dragon Ancestor's head whispered.
"It's that prop..."
"Hahahaha--"
Laughter came from the smoke, arrogant, wanton, and laughter that had been suppressed for countless epochs was finally released.
That laughter echoed in the empty abyss, spreading from one mountain to another, from the ears of the patrolling dragons to the ears of those ancient beings who were still sleeping.
There was no joy of "I am finally free" or anger of "I want revenge" in that laughter.
There is only a pure "coolness" without any impurities.
It was like a person who had been locked up for a long time finally came out, stretched, and said - ah, the air outside is so damn good.
Serta flew out of the smoke.
The dark golden robe fluttered in the wind, and the long dark brown hair spread in the wind.
Behind him - in the dissipating smoke - more entities appeared.
An angel with six wings and golden light all over his body holds a long sword burning with flames in his hand.
The demon is covered with dark red scales and has six horns on its head. Its body is several times larger than that of an angel, and it holds a huge battle ax that is still dripping with blood.
A giant beast with three heads and covered with black scales, like a moving mountain...
Their strength is not fixed - the weak ones are probably only equivalent to the fifth or sixth level human experts, while the strong ones are even close to the level of "Main God".
"Ultimate Artifact--'Infinity War'."
Serta's voice echoed in the air, with a kind of "you know what this is" confidence.
This is what he got in a destroyed world.
Once this prop is turned on, endless armies will be summoned from the void. They will keep pouring out, fighting, dying, and then being summoned again.
Never stop, never end.
Its effect is literally - to bring about infinite war.
"This is the gift I want to leave behind." Serta's voice came from the air, amplified several times in the empty abyss, echoed between those mountain peaks, and exploded in the ears of those giant dragons, "Enjoy it..."
Dragon Ancestor's seven heads lit up at the same time.
Seven different colors of light emerged from the depths of those throats - the light converged and intertwined in the air, forming a huge energy ball composed of seven colors.
Serta is suspended in the air, watching Dragon Ancestor accumulating strength. He still has many gifts to give.
"This, it's just-" He opened his mouth and was about to say a few more words.
Then he felt it.
Something was flying towards him, very quickly.
His body disappeared in the air.
Several rays of golden lightning passed through the position where he was levitating just now, hitting the summons that were pouring out behind him.
Those angels, demons, and giant beasts - in front of the golden lightning, they didn't even have time to scream.
Those on the fifth and sixth levels turned into ashes the moment they were struck by lightning, and the ashes scattered in the silver-blue light, like a puff of smoke blown away by the wind.
Those close to the "Main God" level could survive the lightning for less than half a second, and then their bodies began to disintegrate - all turning into ashes.
Serta appeared in another location, his eyes looking at the direction in which the lightnings were flying.
His perception told him that there was magic power fluctuation in that direction - no, there was no magic power fluctuation.
He clearly didn't feel any magic power just now, but those lightning bolts suddenly appeared without any warning.
What...?
His gaze passed through the area cleared by lightning, passed through the ashes that were still floating, and landed on that being.
The golden three-headed dragon also holds another giant beast in its claws - a black one with blue light emitting from its whole body...
Serta's pupils shrank suddenly.